Doctor Lecter had been moving in political circles as of late. He had the dangerously stupid Senator from Maryland for dinner. A fine rash of blood sausage Lecter had made as a result and given out at a fundraiser where his own campaign was announced. Lawmakers were easily persuaded to give endorsements, fools parted easily from their money, and it was a certain thing. What the people did not anticipate was the planet Dagliach making contact. Lecter quickly got himself an Ambassadorship to Dagliach. Ambassador Lecter had acquired for humanity the mastery of Super Positional travel. In exchange, Lecter was made to live on Dagliach and his biology was voluntarily surrendered to their scientists. He was given a Lord's living, an opulent lifestyle and had met all of the wealthy families on Beatrix. He recognized the man-killer a mile off, and had an almost psychic scent of ash seeming to emanate from her soul, or slightly behind her grey-green eyes, rimmed with an inhuman lilac. They were observing an Hour of Grace, the hyper-crimson color against the stone, the paleness of the condemmed woman's flesh aroused a new fixation in Lecter. In public here, when the scientists gave him leave, he wore contacts and skin whitening powder as camouflage to blend in with the residents of Bellatrix. As the sexually taboo but morally straight charges were read out against the woman, Lecter made himself known to Ella. "I know about the six men in your wake. Though you may be able to kill me, you should not. My absence will bring unnecessary attention to your activities, and I believe we have a similar... interest. Meet me at the address provided when the show is over and we will have a beverage and get to know each other. The cafe was well-known, very populated, and very private for their purposes. The music would drown Lecter's conversation from the scientist and they could speak freely.
